Poetry and musings on life

GLAMOUR BOY

Christopher was glamorous
And from the start amorous.
I thought I loved him.
This was a mistake.
The years have proved to me
That sometimes what you see
Is not the reality,
But fake.
I’m sure he would be
very shocked
To find himself so cruelly
mocked
By one whose tears fell
When he went.
I would like to bet
Neither of us feels regret.
It’s so easy to forget
A passion once its spent.